Маленькая часть чужих проблем [Malen'kaya chast' chuzhih problem] [English translation]

Do you remember the first days of September and warm asphalt?

We thought back then that we'll have a happy life

That every night the lanterns shine for us

But we're grown up and not needed now

And we run in circles like a carousel

There are no enemies and no friends now

No one, we're left alone

Skyscrapers are scratching the clouds

We hide our thruths and thoughts in draft notes

And wait, counting days

We work to afford the best deathbed

And we're born as a little part of other people's problems

We change the meaning of words to sleep tighter

Until the night is cut apart by a piercing wail of sirens

And we run in circles like a carousel

There are no enemies and no friends now

No one, we're left alone

Skyscrapers are scratching the clouds

We hide our thruths and thoughts in draft notes

And wait, counting days